This morning I woke up grumpy...
I have to get Zuri to preschool.
I have to get dressed....ugh.
I still have more to pack at my freaking house.
I leave Remi with my mom, drop Zuri off, and get to my box filled home.
Its actually a shell of a home now, and it makes me feel so lonely.
My fingers sting...
My back aches....
There's still so much to do, and my eyes are burning....I want to bawl.
Then I turn on the TV.
Horror is panning across the screen before me, then I actually do start to cry.
It stops me dead in my tracks as I watch these crying kids leave their school, a place they used to feel safe at, looking for their family....
The stuff those innocent children had to see today will stay with them forever....forever changing who they are.
It's not fair.
And thinking of the families that don't get to pick up their child or loved one today....
It's more than heartbreaking.
I will never understand it.
I'm shattered by this...my mom-heart can't take news like this.
It consumes me and I can't stop thinking about what if those were
I want to hold them
I want to home school them
I'm so happy my biggest problem is packing....
Things get put into perspective pretty easily, don't they?
My sincerest condolences and prayers are with the those children and families in Connecticut today.